Unbroken Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

There's no expectancy in life, it is overflowing with
images of the past, memories unbroken.

Flashes of light, people's faces taunting, chasing
life down black back alleys.

Surrounding a space in time, not allowing growth or
wisdom to penetrate the gloom.

Where are the playgrounds, happy faces which should
be playing on them?

Seemingly, no one visits or cares what happens to
children when they are little.

Life becomes pungent with unexpectancy and breaks
with the tides, falling unbidden within a child.